Good Little Girl

“Yes, Daddy...” she whispered.

“I hope you made those dirty bastards use a rubber.”

She groaned, with a sarcastic little grin. “Always. I’m not a fucking idiot, Daddy.”

I landed a slap right on her clit and she clenched her legs shut, squeaking in shock. “Don’t use that tone with me,” I said, climbing my way back on top of her. “Daddy’s going to fuck you raw. Always. I want to feel your sweet wet cunt around my cock.”

She wrapped her ankles high around my waist. Spreading herself wide. “Please...” she said. “Now.”

I slammed into her in one hard thrust, sinking right the way to my balls. I wasn’t gentle, but I didn’t need to be. Her pussy was well used to invasion, beautifully wet as I ploughed her deep.

“God, yes… God!” she screeched. “Yes, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck your dirty little girl!”

“Beautiful baby,” I hissed. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Her pretty little mouth groaned perfect expletives. Her eyes fixed on mine, gorgeous pools of blue sucking me right into her. I stroked her hair, kissed the delicate white of her throat while her pussy milked me dry. She bucked as I unravelled, moaning her pleasure as my filthy seed unloaded inside her.

“Good girl,” I praised. “Such a good girl.”

I pulled out and lowered myself until my face was between her thighs. She was swollen, glistening wet. I teased her with my lips, savouring the dirty mess of her.

“Grab your knees, sweetheart.”

She did as she was told, holding them high to her chest and offering up the tight puckered ring of her asshole. My tongue wormed inside, lubing her up for my fingers. She took two without argument, but squirmed as I pounded her cunt with my other hand, pressing in four fingers as far as they would go.

She mewled a glorious mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Take it for Daddy,” I said.

“Ow…” she moaned. “It hurts.”

“Not as much as two big cocks, baby,” I said. “You’ll take two cocks for Daddy, won’t you?” They were the words she needed, just as I suspected. She grunted, despite her pain, rocking herself against my intrusion. “That’s my girl. You want more?”

An incomprehensible sound, half feral as I stuffed another finger into her asshole.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Aimee. Come for me.” I balled her clit with my free thumb, mashing the hard little nub until she was wheezing for more. I strummed her to the edge, ramming her deep and hard, so hard she’d feel me for fucking days.

“I’m gonna come!” she squealed. “Yes, Daddy, please, please, fucking fuck me!”

“Good girl,” I groaned. “That’s a good girl.”

I didn’t pull out until she was long spent. She was perfect in the glow of the lamplight – sprawled wide open, limbs loose and her breaths loud in the room. I rolled to her side, pushing down the regret before it could bite me. Our breathing calmed in unison, the scent of sex heavy in the air.

“So, what happens now?” she asked finally, her voice nervous and shaky.

I hadn’t got a fucking clue.

Guilt hit me hard, but not in the way Aimee expected. Despite the rational voice of regret in me, I didn’t pull away. Sure, Sunday was tense, heavy with unspoken words, and I’d catch her staring at me whenever I turned in her direction. I was keeping a lid on my churning thoughts, watching TV when she curled up beside me, the very tips of her fingers grazing my thigh.

“Do you really love her?” she asked. “Do you love my mum?”

“I have a lot of respect for Louise,” I said. “She’s a very ambitious woman. A driven woman.”

“Are you going to tell her about us?” Her lip trembled, so pretty. “I’m scared.”

I pulled her hand into mine. “Let Daddy worry about that, sweetheart.” I smiled. “And you’d better get ready for college. Things are about to change around here.”

For once in her spoiled little life, Aimee didn’t argue.

I might be a filthy dirty fuck, but I really did give a shit about that girl. She’d wormed her way under my skin, well and truly. Now she was actually showing it to me, her smile was contagious. She slept in her own bed that night without too much of a fight, accepting the rule that Daddy would choose when she deserved his touch and when she didn’t. I have to say she fucking amazed me. She was a world more obedient than the pouty little brat I’d taken her for.

I kissed her forehead as she left for college next morning, laying down the law that I’d expect a full progress report at the end of every day. No boys, no drinking, no cheeky fucking mouth. Those were the new house rules, and they were non-negotiable.

My dirty girl was home straight from class, bouncing through the door with a vigour I’d never seen from her.